Psyker Landshark

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

The moment was here, at last. Renar hefted his poleaxe up as he surveyed the menagerie of fey horrors before the knights, his cloak billowing behind him. The only victory condition was ensuring Rozenalt died. Everything else was secondary. Whatever foe was before him, he didn't have to win. He simply had to not lose. But then again, Renar would be damned if he let himself be defeated by any of these upjumped children's tales. And speaking of...

Besides Rozenalt, there were four figures that stood out from the horde. Elites, if he would hazard a guess. And by the looks of it, each had their own little tricks and gimmicks. But that was fine. So did he.

"I'll deal with the one holding the bear trap." Renar declared, hefting his poleaxe up onto his shoulder with one hand as a brief flash of steel glinted in his left. "Remember, we only need to ensure they can't help Rozenalt. Ensuring their leader falls is our only priority. That means no fool risks to claim a victory that won't last." Gerard. Likely Fleuri too, if he lost his head. Not that Renar would care overmuch if that happened.

The Bastard of Brias stepped forward, giving a brief nod towards the Huntsman with the charred cloak and armor.

"I don't suppose you accept reserved slots, say, fifty, sixty years from now? One could have worse afterlives." He said lightly, as if having a casual conversation. What? Renar was destined for nothing but the long dark when he died, with all he had done and was planning to do. Why not explore his options somewhat?

The steel in his left hand shot forward, a knife hurled straight towards the burnt knight. Only this one was attached to a rope. A flick of Renar's wrist sent the rope dart jerking upward, aiming to wrap around and bind the arm holding the length of rope. Fortunate that he had a method to assail the wretch with its own plan of attack. If that didn't draw its attention, nothing would.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Izayoi squinted at the new arrival, even as Galahad and Esben expressed their suspicion. Wasn't that...?

"Aren't you rather young for this sort of work?" General Izayoi peered suspiciously at the thirteen year-old viera within her tent before sighing. Who was she to judge? Her master had her facing armed men at that age as it was. "No matter. Here is your mission." A scroll was hurled to the ground before Chisato, the Mystrel turning away.

Indeed, it was. She didn't look like she'd aged a day. Even being a viera, that was...strange.

"Hold." Izayoi swept an arm out, glancing briefly at the Edrenian and Skaelan that had voiced their doubts. "This one is known to me. She was in my service during the war." She turned to nod at Chisato before stepping forward and inspecting her more closely. "Gods above, do they feed you at all? I don't think you've grown an inch since last we've met."

Nevertheless, she proceeded to give Chisato a concise overview of their current situation and what led up to it before concluding with a sigh.

"In any case, the dragoon is in command, and you will take orders from him. Is that understood?"

She turned back towards the remainder of the Kirins, back to business.

"In any case, as we were saying," Miina first. "Isolde's just death will have to wait until we can ascertain whether or not either of the other Grovemasters would turn completely against us should we kill her. Remember, we need at least one willing to tell us where the Water Crystal is. Regardless, we ought to have a more concrete plan in place before going forward."

As with the strategy session in Kugane, Izayoi unrolled a map, this time of Brightlam.

"Naturally, we will adjust for any changes we spy as we approach the city. But it would be of use to have a solid plan of attack as a base to work off of." She pointed to the council chambers that they had gathered in a week before. "Presume that this is out of the question. Their center of operations will likely be the most guarded. We will likely have to approach the city as we did with Kugane, but without the benefit of aid this time. Lest any of you made any worthwhile connections while we were in Brightlam previously?"

Falling Skies

CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS

The drop started, and the horses were off. Sagan shifted his control mode to one-hand with the stick, using his other to start tapping away on an AR interface with his haptic gloves. With this many targets coming in, he'd have to refine and limit the targeting AI's intake so that he, and the rest of the squad by proxy, wasn't bombarded with a massive flow of data. Despite the MAS cooling system's best efforts, sweat came fast when it did start, dripping down his neck and forehead in beads.

This wasn't his first rodeo, of course. But hot dropping was never something one got used to. This far up, death was something far past your control, with only the lucky few having any opportunity to avert burning up in atmo the moment something went wrong.

Unfortunately for that poor fucking rookie over the tacnet, it seemed something did go catastrophically wrong for her. Plate locked on one foot. Damn. Sagan did his best to divert his attention back towards the oncoming battle as someone thankfully muted the rookie's death spiral. Hopefully the one on his team wouldn't go that way.

In contrast, once they made it to atmo, the real fight started. Gelcastre started becoming more than a twinkle in the distance below, and Sagan quickly switched back to dual-lever controls, preparing to disengage his plate.

<< Vulture, dropping plate. Commie, Rabbit's got the right idea. Cover our ground-pounders and deal with the flyboys coming in, I'll run overwatch. >> He disengaged early, the Watchdog's flight boosters kicking into full burn as it tore through the sky, coming down after the Secutor and Blackout started decimating ground-bound AA.

<< Rhino, Hex, acknowledged. Good work, stack up and start moving to make a push, I've got your backs. Rook, still alive back there? Keep up and don't play hero. You pull that shit you did in space, you're gonna die. >>

The Watchdog reached close enough to the ground that firing on landbound targets was viable, and Sagan quickly opened up with the HPK, sighting up an incoming mixed squadron of fast response vehicles escorted by a few Fenrirs and pulling the trigger.

<< Fuck, enemy fast mover engaging us! They got Zhang! >>
<< I can't get tone, bad angle, bad angle! >>
<< Missile in the air, missile in the air! Defending- ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ >>
<< Shit, shit, shit, our escorts are down! He's closing in! >>

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Two full days after the Kirins had arrived at camp, they gathered once more, this time in the clearing that both Izayoi and Galahad had trained in at some point over the past day. Better to have this discussion away from Miina's tribe, given that it both didn't concern them and they weren't concerned by it.

"To catch everyone up now that we're all in one place, this appears to be where we are:" Izayoi spoke first, sitting down on a log as she sharpened her sword. "The Grovemasters have proved to be an active impediment to our mission here in Drana Asnaeu. Unfortunately, assassination is off the table for the time being. Both because destabilizing the government here would be practically inviting Valheim to invade successfully, and because we require at least one of them to tell us where the Crystal of Water even is."

The samurai seemed unhappy at the mention of not being rid of the Grovemasters, but she continued on.

"To sum up the matter, Grovemaster Zacharias, the old man, will likely be our first choice of targets. If anyone has suggestions or objections, now would be the time. Or if the two of you who came up with this would like to elaborate further?" She finished with a glance towards both Galahad and Esben before Miina's father stepped into the clearing.

"Not to interrupt," Madis interrupted. "But it seems you've a visitor. Someone tracked you down all the way here."

___

One Week Ago...

She'd knelt before Lord Hien within a resistance safehouse in Kugane, awaiting his orders.

"Chisato, was it?" The man in question faced a window, his hands clasped behind his back. "I admit, I don't much see the family resemblance." He chuckled lightly to himself before straightening up, turning to face the shinobi.

"All jokes aside, it's good you've finally returned now. Had you been present before, I would have sent you along with the others, but we can't have it our own way all of the time. In any case, your orders are as follows: infiltrate Drana Asnaeu until you find the group known as the Kirins, with Lady Ciradyl and Ranbu no Izayoi among them. Link up with them and support their efforts in restoring the crystals as best you can."

What followed was a brief explanation of the group's quest, as well as the vital importance of the Four Crystals in preserving the continent that they'd learned from Cid.

"Set out as soon as you can once you've made your preparations. Oh, and here." He fished a sealed scroll out of his robes, passing it to the viera. "A recall request for Lady Ciradyl. There's a situation here that absolutely requires her specific guidance on the matter."
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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

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The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Rela Arel

She was rapidly running out of patience with this entire affair. There was, in her mind, an entirely more expedient method of supplanting this lizard's place in the market. And Keirthanil was taking entirely too long. A plan set in place, Rela stepped forward up to the stall, practically supplanting the Altmer's place as she began perusing the finished scrolls the Argonian had produced.

A mage's scrollwork was generally indicative of their capabilities and confidence. Largely alteration, from this one. Competent enough for someone without decades of work and practice, but nothing special. And a conjurer, if his words to her companion were any indication. In comparison, the lizard's destruction magic was pathetic. Rote and textbook. Bland. Mediocre.

Rela ran the odds in her head. Daedra and necromancy were out of the question for both of them. The guards would have their heads if they tried. Atronachs might just have them sent to the pillory instead. So minions were off the table on both sides here. His alteration would be passable, but Rela was certain she could overcome it, if the scrollwork was any indication. And without a doubt, her offensive capabilities were greater than his. This was workable.

"You. Lizard." The Telvanni didn't even try to not be provoking, the upturned glare and malicious glint in her eyes indicating she knew damn well what she was doing. "Fetch your master. I would complain about the mediocre quality of scrollcraft available in this squalid stall of theirs."

Iris Ascendis

This woulda been a bit longer but with Est gone it's just easier to reduce interaction with Ciara

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"I didn't say it wasn't important, Professor. Only less positive on a personal level than one would assume." Iraleth said, barely resisting the urge to snap her words out upon being misinterpreted.

Nevertheless, she dropped the topic when Alto did, giving a muted nod in response to his last words on the subject.

When the carriage came to a stop, Iraleth raised an eyebrow as she followed the professor's gaze outward, one hand gripping her sword hilt tightly. In her focus on whatever was going on outside, she failed to notice Ciara's brief glance.

Iris Ascendis

post coming up by end of tomorrow, sorry for the delay

Iris Ascendis

I was gonna post tonight (been delayed due to Monhun) but uh, this is awkward now

RIP Est